Like, okay. Air travel sucks. I get it. You’re mad because you spent $300 to sit inside a hurtling sky-dildo and breathe other people’s recycled farts, and on top of that you have to have a fat person’s fat elbow a little bit in your area for a few hours. I’m so very sorry. But do you know what? I’m on Team Fat Person’s Elbow no matter what (and not just because I am a fat person with elbows). Because the pain and degradation that’s built in to that fat person’s life lasts a lot longer than your eight hour flight.